The Lost Love

15 Tyrant

I don't own Peter Pan (sadly) nor the rest of the Lost Boys and characters. Juliette, Collin and some extra characters are mine.

15

Tyrant

Juliette threw another knife at the target practice while the rest of the boys practice how to use a bow and arrow. For a moment, she smiled, remembering the strange dream she had the night before. Well, she was definitely in another world in that dream, but it felt so real. She wanted to try it again.

"Mommy! Mommy! Can we go exploring now?" Collin said.

She smiled and took her knife collection back.

"Of course little man. Just let me get my stuff." She said to the boy.

Even if it was a short trip, Juliette didn't trust Neverland enough to go weapon less into the woods with her son. She had her new sword in her belt and a quiver in her back, Collin had the traditional black bow in his small hands. Apparently he was Robin Hood. The boy jumped once in a while yelling "Stop! Now you can pass." He was guarding, he said that there were some monsters that he was only able to see and that he needed to kill. Juliette laughed and continued her way through the jungle.

"Oh, I know this place Mommy! Papa brought me here once." The little boy said, pointing at a tree.

"That looks awfully familiar." She said, remembering a drawing she made a couple of years ago, without counting the two missing years she spent in the Dark Forest. "Want to hear a song buddy?"

"Yes! I love when you sing!" the boy smiled.

"I have never sang to you before, how do you know that I can sing?" she asked.

"Papa showed me. Before you came home! You like playing this weird instrument too... Pi... Piano?"

Juliette's cheeks turned red. No one knew about that. Except her former English teacher. He was the one who convinced Juliette to practice piano in her free time, and in less than three months, her technique was almost perfect. She wonder if Peter had heard her sing and play the piano before.

"Let's make a small camp here."

"You are going to sing. Right?"

"Yes, just let me chose a song." She said.

There were some nice songs she remembered. Most of them were either from movies or hipster things she listened while working. Then she looked at the tree.

"Awfully familiar." She sighted.

-"Are you, are you